Really only I could fall asleep an hour into ‘Psychopath Night’ on channel4 yesterday. To be fair it was late and my headaches got worse by the minute, yet when I was in bed I listened to the wind coming from the North again. There are essays about the psychology of creativity sleeping with me tonight – and the ideas of various books.
Sunday afternoon
I must be careful not to eat my fingers when shaping the biscuits into Santas and stockings. Christmas has come around quickly this year. I don’t know what Christmas should feel like, but certainly know what it tastes like.